Adopted by Markiplier

Chapter 8 - I'm scared...

Olivia's POV
"We're here." Mark says.
I slowly open my eyes and look outside the window on my right. I see nice grass, a small lake, and a bright sunset.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and go to the back trunk. Mark pops it open and I go grab my laptop bag and my rolling suitcase.

"Are you sure you can carry all of that?" Mark asks as he turns off the car, "I don't think you can carry all of that..."

I turn to him, then I look at my bags. I sigh,"I guess so. The heaviest one is my laptop bag. Can you carry it for me please?"
"Sure, my little biscuit." Mark says as he carries my laptop bag into the house. I start to smile. He usually only calls Tiny Box Tim his "little biscuit", but him calling me that makes my heart melt. I've never been called a special name before, but only by my dad, which was "Lila".

I grab my Tiny Box Tim plushie in the back and shut the trunk. I slowly walk to the door, mostly just admiring how nice Mark's house looks from the outside.

I set my stuff next to the door, and I see a fluffy Golden Retriever near Mark.
"Chica!! C'mere girl!" I call out. Her ears perk up and trots to me. I let her sniff my hand, and knows that it's a safe scent. She then starts to lick my hand, and I giggle a bit.

Mark's POV
I look at Olivia as she plays with Chica. She's also great with animals, as well! Should've known, her personality gives it away.

"Hey, little biscuit," I said to her, "Do you want to come see your room?"

She and Chica look up at the same time, "Sure!" she answers.

I lead her to the bedroom I had gotten for her, and she seemed astonished.

Olivia's POV
Once Mark had led me to my new bedroom, my eyes widened. There was so much pink and purple, my two favorite colors!

"So... do you like it?" he asks me.
"I love it!!" I yell, "It's perfect!"
Mark smiles, "Great! I'll leave you to your 'unpacking business' while I go set up something special for you."

Once Mark left the room, I sat on my bed, wondering what he meant by "something special". It could be anything that he could imagine!

I guess I'll have to wait till I'm done unpacking, I thought to myself.

*Time skip - 10 minutes later*

I had my bed layed out, placed my laptop, plugged in my phone charger, and folded the clothes I had in my suitcase.

"Mark?" I call in the hallway, "Where are you?"
I had no idea where he was until I felt someone touch my shoulder.

"AAAAGH WHAT THE FFFFfffff...?!" I yell as I jump.
"Gotcha, little biscuit!" Mark says.

I glare at him, "I was totally expecting that from you." I sarcastically say out loud.

Mark hugs me tightly, "Hey, remember about that little 'special something' I was telling you about? Follow me."

We both get up and I follow him to where ever he's taking me. I eventually follow him to his recording room. He sits in his chair and asks me,"I'm doing a livestream. Do you want to join me?"

I instantly accept the offer, and I go grab another chair from the kitchen so I can sit with him. I hug him tightly, "I'm ready."

"Hello everyone, my name is Markiplier, and today, I am here with someone very special today." He hugs me tightly, "This here is my new adopted daughter, Olivia. Say hi, Olivia!" I put on a smile, "Hello, everyone!"

I notice the livestream comments start flowing through.
"OMG Hi Olivia!"
"youre so pretty <3"
"are you a gamer girl?"
"are you gonna have your own channel? :D"
I start to smile and admire at how nice Mark's fans can be!
"Now, Olivia," he puts his hand on my shoulder, "what game do you want to play first?"

I think, then an evil grin starts to grow. One of the commenters says, "uh oh"

I say, "How about we start off with something simple, like... Soccer Physics?"

Mark stares at me, "Oh dear god." I laugh uncontrollably.

*Time skip - 3 hours later*

"OK guys, I think Olivia and I should stop there for now. This was a pretty great livestream today." Mark says with a tone of tiredness.

"I had a great time reading your comments!" I said with a smile.

"And as always, we will see you in the next video... Buh-Bye!" Mark and I waved to the camera, then ended the livestream.

I walk to the couch in the living room and slouch down, "Today's been a loooong day!"

Mark then follows me into the living room with a need for water. "I think we should go to bed, it's late." I suggested, "We've had a busy day."

Mark nods, and we both head to our rooms. My room is across from Mark's in the hallway. As I got under my blanket, Mark comes into my room.

"I love you, my little biscuit." he says with a smile.
"I love you too, Dad." I say back.
Mark turns out the light in my lamp, and I fall fast asleep.

I suddenly wake up in a forest with light blue fog. It's hard to see, and there's no one here.
"Hello?" I call out quietly. I start walking down the path ahead of me with no way to go.

I hear a loud growl behind me, and I turn around to see a large, purple creature with big yellow eyes. It stares at me, watching my every move.

I start to have a panic attack when I realized who the creature was.

I was in SCP-860, and the creature I was staring at was SCP-860-1. It jumps towards me, and I start to scream.

I wake up back in my bed, holding onto my bed sheets with tears staining my face. I hug my blanket and I hear Mark open the door.

"Are you OK?!" He asks me as he held me close to him.

I look up to him with tear-stained cheeks, "I h-had a n-nightmare..."
"About what?"
I start to uncontrollably sob, "About... SCP-860...i-it j-jumped out a-at m-me..." I violently inhale air while trying to calm myself down.

Mark holds me even tighter, "Oh, my little biscuit, that monster isn't going to hurt you as long as I'm here." He grabs my Tiny Box Tim plushie and gives it to me, "Sleep with Tim tonight, he'll protect you from your nightmares."

I wipe the tears off my face as I held Tim.
Before Mark closed the bedroom door, I asked, "Mark? Can I sleep with you tonight?"
He turns to me, "Of course you can, my little biscuit."

I follow him to his bedroom with my plushie and got under the covers. I held him tightly, "I love you, Mark."
"I love you too, my little biscuit."